Of the dozens of young women who have begged me to make a connection for them between their dreams of social usefulness and their actual living, I recall one of the many whom I had sent back to her clergyman, returning with this remark:  “His only suggestion was that I should be responsible every Sunday for fresh flowers upon the altar.  I did that when I was fifteen and liked it then, but when you have come back from college and are twenty-two years old, it doesn’t quite fit in with the vigorous efforts you have been told are necessary in order to make our social relations more Christian.”

All of us forget how very early we are in the experiment of founding self-government in this trying climate of America, and that we are making the experiment in the most materialistic period of all history, having as our court of last appeal against that materialism only the wonderful and inexplicable instinct for justice which resides in the hearts of men,—­which is never so irresistible as when the heart is young.  We may cultivate this most precious possession, or we may disregard it.  We may listen to the young voices rising—­clear above the roar of industrialism and the prudent councils of commerce, or we may become hypnotized by the sudden new emphasis placed upon wealth and power, and forget the supremacy of spiritual forces in men’s affairs.  It is as if we ignored a wistful, over-confident creature who walked through our city streets calling out, “I am the spirit of Youth!  With me, all things are possible!” We fail to understand what he wants or even to see his doings, although his acts are pregnant with meaning, and we may either translate them into a sordid chronicle of petty vice or turn them into a solemn school for civic righteousness.

We may either smother the divine fire of youth or we may feed it.  We may either stand stupidly staring as it sinks into a murky fire of crime and flares into the intermittent blaze of folly or we may tend it into a lambent flame with power to make clean and bright our dingy city streets.

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